Well, before you read on. I would like to point ot that this only ever happened thanks to the creative part of my brain taking an unexpected vacation. All night, I managed one paragraph. So I bit back my pride, which was easy considering that I don't have that much, and asked someone for help. Still couldn't write, so I asked the same person if they wouldn't mind having a go. She agreed, which was a suprise. I have not changed this, apart from one tiny grammatical error that I spotted. And changing the 'written by' so it had her FF username. The only reason I decided to ask for help was that it was the wind down of the arc, so I figured that no harm could be done. Boy, was I wrong. Well, time for a quick word from our subsitute author and I can get back to attempting the next episode.

Comment away, I promised that I'd pass them all on. Besides, I need to know if I can ever trust her with this again.

Well, I did it. I wrote a chapter for Tales of Flame. My orders were to get us out of the tower, and I think I accomplished that very well. It's a bit short, okay, very short, I know, but I didn't want to drag it out too long and give Bu problems. I did, however, wanted to add some of the twisted humor that I can't seem to make room for in my own fic. So here we have what should be the only chapter of Tales of Flame not written by Buwaro, from Fervo's point of view.

Episode 140: Return to (ab)Normal
Written by Dark Magician Girl Aeris

Flame lunged at the antiMew, swiping at the ghost with his still-flaming fists. I lunged forward, trying to catch him by the waist before he did something stupid. Attacking an undead Pokemon of myth and legend seemed pretty stupid to me. The ghost just chuckled. "Maybe I should do yellow after all. Matches your sunny disposition."
"Try and I'll kill you!" Flame struggled against my grip, intent on getting at the... what was the ghost, anyway? I still didn't have any idea what was going on. I shifted, trying to stay out of the way of the flaming paws and tail.
"Can't kill what's already dead," the ghost countered. It seemed to be enjoying itself immensly. The living Mew shook his head.
"Flame's too easy to track if he's blue. I'll fix this. I need to eat anyway." Mew hovered down low to look Flame in the eye. "Hold still."

There was a bright flash of light. When it cleared, the first thing I noticed was that I was no longer holding onto a stubborn Charmander. The second thing I noticed was that something was holding on to me. Mew looked satisfied, but the anti started laughing as I turned to find out what was holding my waist and found myself face to face with a Treecko that looked every bit as perplexed as I was. I looked down at 'my' bright orange paws before looking up at Mew. "What the bloody hell did you do?!?"
The feline stared for a moment, first at me and then at the Treecko that had to be Flame in my body. "Well, now. I forgot I could do that."

The anti Mew was cracking up as 'Flame' released his hold on me, snarling. "Change us back!"
I was about to add my own two cents when I noticed a soft, crackling hiss from behind me. I turned to investigate, but the sound moved with me. I turned again, and it moved again, and then I got the idea to stand in one place and look over my shoulder. Flame's tail flame greeted me cheerfully with a soft crackle that would have been impossible to hear had it not been less than a foot from my ear. "How do you stand this thing without going insane?"
'Flame' stared at me, unimpressed. "Please tell me that's not what I really sound like."
I stared back, trying to decide if my eyes were really that large or if Flame just had distorted vision. "You'd better believe it. Hey, turn your head to the left a little."
Flame growled, turning back to the two Mews. They were both having a good laugh at us. "Stop laughing and fix us!"

"Right, right..." Mew shook his head. "Sorry about that. It happens sometimes."
"Here, I'll fix it." The anti moved forward. I heard Flame start to protest, but then there was another blinding flash. I sat blinking my eyes, trying to get my vision back.
"Well," I heard Mew say, amused. "At least they're back in the right bodies. But I don't think that's the fix they had in mind."
"What'd you do this time?" I heard Flame growl next to me. I looked myself over quickly. Everything seemed to be in order... and then I froze just as Flame yelled. "What the hell did you do to us?!?"
I groaned. Was this even possible? Flame was ready to attack the two Mews again, and I rather felt like joining 'her' for the fight. But there was another blinding flash before either of us could respond. When my watering eyes cleared, I saw Mew nod with satisfaction.
"There. Everything is in order."

"It had better be," I heard Flame mutter as we checked ourselves over. Finally, everything seemed to be back to normal. 'Anti' was still laughing over the indignity we'd just suffered. I glared at him.
"No Pokemon should have that sort of power," I muttered back. "It's just not right."
"You go ahead and tell them that. I'm not speaking to either of them."
"Sun's coming up outside," Mew contributed cheerfully.

There was a soft thump from the stairs. Both the ghost and the live Mew dissappeared as a black-clad body tumbled down the stairs. Scyther stepped over the groaning body carefully. "Rockets do not have much stamina," the bug noted. "Is ghost Flame gone?"
"Yeah, he's gone." Flame scratched the back of his neck. Scyther nodded, and then looked over at Flame.
"Flame is his normal color." Flame nodded. Scyther looked satisfied. "Then we go now."
As we made our way out of the tower through the front door, I hoped I would never have to set foot in that tower again.